Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

Chapter 158 Dream ([-])
Inside the hotel suite.

Fragments of moonlight outside the window fell on the sheets through the curtains.

Caesar woke up suddenly, gasping for breath, and he had that dream again, remembering the day his mother left, he personally lit the flame of martyrdom, and the flying flame burned up, turning the central altar into ruins, sparks and embers brought Mom ascended to the sky together and turned into the morning star in the sky.

In the dark room, Caesar's face was gloomy, as cold as a piece of solid ice that hadn't melted for ten years.

Uncle said that the family has the most selfless love for him, so no matter how "rebellious" Caesar has been these years, the family still has the greatest tolerance and pampering for him.

Every morning after the fierce confrontation with his uncle, Caesar would call the bank's personal financial advisor to ask if his bank card had been frozen.

Of course there are people in this world who dare to freeze his account. His huge expenses come entirely from family allocations, and his father or uncle have the right to suspend or permanently close his account.

Even though he contradicted his uncle so fiercely today, the old guy left with anger written all over his face, but he still didn't think of freezing Caesar's account.Caesar had been trying to challenge his uncle for years, and Frost Gattuso never punished his nephew no matter how furious he was.

From this aspect alone, it seems that the family's love for Caesar is as broad as the Gulf of Genoa.

But Caesar knew very well that it was not him that the family loved, but his blood, mixed with his mother's blood.

Caesar is well aware that there is no reason for not having a piece of approval from others.

If you want to be recognized and respected by others, you must do something first, instead of lying in bed and dreaming. Applause is always reserved for those who are prepared and work hard.

But he can't accept that what the family recognizes is his bloodline!
He is not inferior to his bloodline, on the contrary, it is the pride of his life, because half of the blood in his body comes from his mother.

But that's why he couldn't accept the family's love for him, it was because of his bloodline!
They regard their mother as a woman of low status, but they recognize the lineage of the child born to that woman, and they want to put the child on the family's future throne.

It's really... irritating!

So Caesar never thought that the conflict between himself and his family could be mediated.

While spending a lot of family money, he was always ready to have his account closed.

Sometimes he would stand by the floor-to-ceiling windows and look at the bustling city that was still brightly lit under the heavy rain, thinking that if he lost that never-ending account one day, he would definitely bid farewell to his current life, luxurious sports cars, top hotels, clothes, etc. The high society with the shadows on the temples, even the lights and warmth behind it.

He will go into the storm alone.

Sometimes Caesar felt scared too.

What he is afraid of is not the storm, not going against the family, but that he is not ready when that day comes, and he will walk on the right path alone...

It was only at this time that Caesar clearly realized the existence of the Sorrow of Blood.

Caesar closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

Those afternoons when the sun poured down like a waterfall appeared before his eyes again...

When he still had that thing called "childhood", the woman in his memory exuded a milky white light with a red rope tied at both ends between her slender fingers, playing with him that kind of rope Pull out various tricks of mini-games.

The young Caesar was so happy, because as long as he played a beautiful suit, the woman would chuckle silently!

At the last moment when her mother closed her eyes, she still stretched out her withered hand and put the red rope between her fingers tremblingly, letting her kind and gentle baby son take the red rope in his hand.

It seems that as long as he accepts the red rope, it means that he has accepted the woman's will to live well.

That was the last command a mother gave her son.

Do not disobey.

Because my mother said that a man should not cry, and a man who sheds tears is a cowardly man, so Caesar always told himself again and again, don't admit defeat, don't admit defeat, don't admit defeat, crying is admitting defeat.

How could he disappoint his mother in heaven, how could he allow himself to expose his cowardice in front of those men and women who were celebrating each other?

no way!

When they want to see you cry, you have to be cold and hard, use the roar of motorcycles to wake them up completely, crush their exquisite ancient porcelain tableware with wheels, and wave the burning curtain. Every word seems to carry The decisiveness of guns and fire, send a demonstration to them!

Because that's enough, it's just like what you expect deep in your heart, what you should look like when you grow up, strong and fierce, you won't fall behind in the face of anyone, and you can always proudly raise your head and look at anyone coldly, And always be gentle with those you love.

Only this kind of self will be closer to the appearance that mother wants to see.

It is precisely because his mother wanted to see a strong and confident Caesar that Caesar was always so proud and arrogant. He was proud of his blood and arrogant because the most fundamental teaching he received came from his mother, not his family.

But whenever he thinks of those times and pictures that can never come back, the proud Caesar has repeatedly fallen into silence.

All pride and arrogance no longer exist, and there is always a little urge to cry deep in my heart.

Because she died.

No matter how proud and powerful you are, even if you are proficient enough to flip the red rope from a woman's hand in a few seconds, or you can walk into the storm calmly...

She will never come back to life.

Caesar lowered his head, looked at the engagement ring in his hand, and thought of the little witch.

I don't know if she will be willing to walk into the icy storm with her when that day comes.

"Who?!"

Caesar turned his head abruptly, his hand grabbed the desert eagle under the pillow like lightning.

He suddenly heard a second breathing sound besides his own in the room!
The icy desert eagle fell into his hand, which gave Caesar a sense of security. He stood up and pressed the switch of the light in the room beside the bed.

The bright light instantly illuminated the dimly lit room.

On the sofa, a woman covered with a veil and exuding milky white light was looking sideways out of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"...Mom?" Caesar murmured absentmindedly, the figure in front of him overlapped with the woman in his memory facing the sun for a moment, but he quickly realized that his mother had died a long time ago, and his mother was only in his own body. In my memory, it looks like an angel shining with white light, not like the person in front of me...

What is this? !

The veiled woman sat there, her eyes did not fall on Caesar, but on the quiet city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

There are deserted streets in the middle of the night, the vast and deep night, and the dawn that does not know whether it will come.

Caesar didn't know who this woman who broke into his room without anyone noticing was, but he could also keenly perceive the unusualness of the other party!

He put down the gun slowly, watching the woman's movements vigilantly. He was not sure whether the thing in his hand was useful to the woman, so he simply put down the gun to see what the woman wanted to do.

"Turn off the lights."

A voice sounded in Caesar's mind.

Caesar looked at the woman in amazement, he had already opened the field of the weasel, and the weasel did not bring back any sound, but the voice of the woman echoed in his mind very clearly, as if her communication method was telepathy .

After a few seconds of hesitation, Caesar turned off the light.

In a real fight, the dark environment is an advantage for him who has a sickle weasel.

The bright lights in the house were turned off.

The shadow of the window panes of the floor-to-ceiling windows fell on the sofa, and the figure of the woman was bathed in the cold moonlight, and the milky white light radiating from her body softly swallowed the moonlight.

"In this way, isn't it very artistic?" The woman's voice sounded again.

Caesar couldn't describe the other party's voice in words, because he didn't hear it at all. The woman's words seemed to be written in his brain in the form of words, allowing him to understand the meaning in an instant.

"Who are you? What can I do for you?" Caesar asked calmly.

The woman turned her head slowly, and the milky white light that permeated her body was not dimmed but became more intense. She stretched out her hand, her fingers were as long as jade, and the pupils on the veil were as deep and deep as this dark night.

Caesar never knew that the black pupils could be more profound and majestic than the golden pupils representing blood, like the endless night that swallowed the dawn.

"deal?"

"... What is the deal?" Caesar didn't understand what she was talking about.

"memory."

"What memory?" Caesar looked blank, can memories be exchanged?

"Your forgotten memory."

It's still a baffled speech.

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Caesar said in a deep voice, "Please be straightforward."

"So you choose to trade?"

Caesar raised his eyebrows. Although the situation was unclear and he couldn't see through this woman at all, he was definitely not prepared to sit still.

He thought so, and was going to do it, but the woman didn't give him this chance.

"Okay, the deal is complete." The veiled woman nodded coldly, with a superior attitude that she reluctantly agreed to the deal out of pity.

When she said the words "deal completed", Caesar's nerves were tense to the extreme, and his field was enlarged to the extreme, carefully observing the woman's every move, but the woman did nothing, and nothing happened .

This is... a farce?
"Since it's a deal, what price do I have to pay?"

Caesar felt that this woman was a self-centered and extreme egomaniac. To deal with this kind of person, you had to follow her way. He was very experienced in this regard.

"Your struggle is the source of my joy."

"...What a wicked fellow. Then who are you?" Caesar asked softly.

"Mortal, how dare you spy on the name of God."

"God?" Caesar's eyes sparkled, "You call yourself a god?"

The woman suddenly fell silent, she said to herself: "It seems that I have talked too much, and it seems that talking too much will affect my temperament."

She stood up gracefully, with a hazy glow all over her body, walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and finally left a word for Caesar.

"Mortal, human beings always fail to remember the lessons of history, will you be an exception?"

Under Caesar's shocked gaze, the woman's figure turned into countless bubbles and scattered in the air, disappearing.

The door burst open.

A clergyman strode into the suite.

"Looks like it's one step too late." The priest who opened the door and walked into the house sighed, "Sure enough, it looks like one step, but it's two parallel lines that never intersect."

He took off his top hat, looked at Caesar, and said with a smile, "Boy from the Gullweger family, long time no see, do you still remember me?"

Caesar stared at the middle-aged man whose appearance hadn't changed in the past ten years. After a long silence, he confirmed in a low voice, "Mr. Bishop?"

"Very well, it seems that you haven't forgotten me." Mr. Father smiled gratifiedly, "I still haven't forgotten that at the funeral I presided over, there was an unscrupulous brat who dared to set fire to my church. God can I can't bear it, I can't bear it."

Caesar's face twitched.

It is completely unimaginable that this is something a priest can say.

The man in front of him was the bishop who presided over his mother's funeral back then. His appearance hadn't changed a bit since then, and the immature boy had grown into a responsible adult man.

"You... also met my mother?" Caesar asked after a moment of silence, "Are you chasing that man just now?"

"Your mother? No, I don't know your mother." The priest waved his hand casually while holding the cross in his hand, "The reason why I remember you as a kid from the Gullweger family is because of the check you used to pay for the repair of the church The name written on it, Kaiser Gulweger, is ugly, but very imposing, and I still remember it fresh."

"Then, kid from the Gullweger family, would you mind telling me what the man who came to see you just now said to you?" The priest pointed his fingers at his chest one by one and prayed.

"Of course, but Mr. Bishop, should you tell me what happened tonight?" Caesar smiled.

The priest pondered for a few breaths, and said succinctly: "There is a suspected god walking in the world tonight."

"God?" The smile on Caesar's face disappeared, "You mean pure blood dragons?"

"Now it's your turn to answer my question." The priest shrugged.

"...She asked me if I wanted to trade." Caesar said, "You mean pure blood dragons?"

"Maybe, I'm not sure." The priest showed deep meaning, "Tell me the content of the transaction."

"Memory." Caesar thought for a while, feeling a little unkind, and added, "To be precise, it's my lost memory, but I didn't know that I actually lost my memory."

The priest was silent for a moment, looked at Caesar with a strange look, and said after a long time: "I have to say, I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing for you."

"What inside information do you know?" Caesar's expression became serious, "I am willing to buy more information from you, and you can make a price on the check as you like."

"Unfortunately, God can't bless you." The priest said slowly, "I suggest you pray to the Buddha next door, if he can hear you."

"I'm Italian, Buddha doesn't care about Italy, our family believes in God." Caesar said righteously.

"A family with hereditary dragon blood, you tell me to believe in God?" The priest smiled, "Go and feel the reality of the world yourself. The only reminder I can give you is to remember to tie yourself up before going to bed at night."

"When you're sleeping at night?" Caesar said in a daze, "What do you mean?"

"It means that you will have some unbelievable dreams." The priest smiled mysteriously, turned and walked out the door, "I won't disturb your dreams, and you don't need to send them off. Goodbye, kid from the Gullweger family."

I don't know if it was because this guy called "Gullweger's boy", Caesar stopped him when he was about to step out of the gate.

"I don't like to owe people favors. You gave me a reminder, and I will return some details." Caesar said lightly, "The man just now seemed to be imitating someone."

"Imitate...someone?" The priest stopped abruptly, turned around and squinted his eyes to confirm.

"Yes, her behavior is very strange, including speech, it seems very unnatural, as if deliberately imitating a certain scene, or a certain person."

"What an unexpected return." The priest sighed softly, "Then look forward to our reunion in Tokyo."

"Tokyo?" Caesar frowned, "I have never been to that city."

He has been to many countries and traveled all over the world, but he has never been to Tokyo, or even set foot in Japan.

But in his life plan, Tokyo is where he must set foot.

"Is that so? It's a nice city. If you have a chance, you should visit it before it is destroyed." The priest walked out of the room with a light smile.

"Okay." Caesar subconsciously replied.

As a noble son of a wealthy family, there is no place in this world that he cannot go to.It just depends on whether he wants to go or not.

Tokyo... has always been a city he wanted to go to, but he didn't dare to go.

　"Then you must like Japan very much."

　　"No, I've never been to Japan," Caesar looked towards the sea to the east, said softly after a moment of silence, "but that's a place I must go to in my life..." He didn't explain the reason again.

　　Suddenly found a hole, the old thief really knows how to dig a hole, I just used it, give full play to the principle of using it!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)